No one ever seems to wonder what happens if it turns out we hate living on a planet? What if the sky’s too big? What if the air stinks? What if we go hungry?’ ‘And what if the air tastes of honey? What if there’s so much food we all get too fat? What if the sky is so beautiful we don’t get any work done because we’re all looking at it too much?

To say you have no choice is to relieve yourself of responsibility.

Francia don’t look too convinced. I never seen arms so crossed.

And then his noise falls completely silent- And he stops struggling- And looking right into my eyes- He dies. My Todd dies.

Here I am. Here we are. Here we go. Here is all that matters.

We are the choices we make.

Why can't we learn to live with how we are? And whatever anybody chooses is okay by the rest of us?